I WISH I HAD MORE MONEY

I wish I had more money, a mother sadly said,
As she looked at the children fast asleep in bed,
Not much extra for Christmas, no bag of toys,
No turkey, or some special treats and joys.

She had saved some change and that was all,
They’d have something what’re may befall.
She made some gingerbread men cookies small,
Hung them on the old tree, almost ready to fall.
She tired a few red ribbons on each old twig,
The lights still worked, and the toy that did a jig.

That was better than nothing, then she would shop,
Try to look for things till she was ready to drop,
Off to school the children ran, pleased with the tree,
Would there be presents? They would wait and see.

She walked to save bus money, she was given a ride
By a kind old lady, boasting of her grand kids with pride,
She wished she still had a mother who would buy a gift
For her four little children, to give them a special lift.

She thanked her and the old lady went her way,
What else good would happen on this magical day?
She felt for her purse in her pocket, a fifty dollar bill!
Just loose in her pocket, with tears her eyes did fill.
They would have Christmas, a gift for everyone
How could she ever thank the old lady now long gone?

But she knew she did not want thanks for her kindly deed,
Someone she did not know had quietly met her need,
One day when she could, she would do a similar thing
And a spark of hope and joy into a sad aching heart bring.

M Ann Margetson © December 13, 2000
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